I'm uncut and 8 inches standing tall. What I'm leaking is enough to let my hand squeeze tight but still give me a smooth stroke
Me:
Yes, that feels so good. I'm imagining your hand is the one cupping my balls. I like it when you give them a good firm pull
As I reached the end of my stroke, I heard a slight groan from next door.
Me:
I'm imagining you getting harder. We're naked and you come closer, dragging the tip of your dick up and down mine. I take both of us in my hand, and you keep tugging on my balls, squeezing them
Me:
I pull you in and our bellies are slick with sweat and precum. I reach with my other hand and part your ass cheeks. I press my fingers against your hole
That definitely got a reaction from next door. He gasped and I heard the unmistakable sound of a hand sliding on skin. I matched my rhythm to his and concentrated on what he’d smelled like when he’d walked by.
Me:
I push inside you while I’m still jerking us together. The pressure around our dicks is intense and it feels so good. I stroke your prostate, and you come
I cried out as I orgasmed, probably loud enough for him to hear me through the wall.
We were both quiet as we recovered. I heard the sink turn on next door, so I hastily put the collection jar on the counter and washed my own hands. I cleaned myself up with the baby wipes provided before capping the jar and palming my phone. I considered sending him a final message, thanking him for helping me, but my wolf was pushing for me to tell him in person. The guy’s crying was still weighing on my mind, and my wolf wanted us to comfort him.
In the hallway, his scent was much stronger, amplified by the smell of his semen and sweat. What would he look like? Just because we were compatible didn't mean we’d find each other attractive. I wished again I’d caught the scent of the clerk at the bookstore the other day so I could make a comparison.
The guy's footsteps approached the door, and I had a brief moment of panic. What the fuck would I say to him?Hi, I’m interested in being your mate, but first I need to go talk to this other guy so I can see who I like better?
The door opened and it was too late to plan anything.
INSTAGRAM REEL FROM EJVIBES – FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 11
The blond man is in his car. He’s smiling as he shakes his head. “When life keeps throwing more and more at you until you want to scream, sometimes all you need to reset your brain and give yourself a breather is a big giant distraction.”
He glances behind himself before leaning forward and speaking more quietly. “Of course it doesn’t hurt if the distraction is sexy as hell, but you can’t always tackle a random stranger just to make yourself feel better.”
He grins and pops his eyebrows. “But every once in a while, youcan.”
CHAPTER 3
ELTON
I putthe lid on the weird thermal collection cup, left it where the nurse had indicated, and moved to the sink to wash my hands. My brain was spinning, trying to process what had just happened.
I still didn’t know if I even wanted kids, but I’d had to make the very expensive decision to store my sperm before Monday's surgery. The pressure of this being my last chance to have children—the ones I didn’t even know if I wanted—had been too much for me, and I hadn’t been able to get hard.
But then, against any odds you'd care to put forward, the guy in the room next door had asked for some help for his own needs. He’d distracted me enough to get me through to the end.
And if I’d pictured Pregnancy Book Guy while he texted me, no one ever had to know.
I checked my phone. No messages from the man in the next room since we’d gotten off. Which was a little rude, in my opinion, but we’d served each other's purposes. He was probably married or something anyway. Still, I hoped whatever he was providing the sperm for went well.
I put my phone in my pocket and walked to the door, pulling it open. Was that... Pregnancy Book Guy? I almost yanked the door closed again. “What the fuck?” But itwashim, standing in the hallway. He was as gorgeous as he’d been at the bookstore, even more so with his flushed face and perspiration-dotted skin. “That was you? You were the one messaging me?” I glanced up and down the hall. What was he even doing here? Donating sperm to people he knew well enough to give them a gift of pregnancy books?
“Yes, it was me.” He smiled. “I didn’t expect it to be you though.” He held out an arm in the direction of the exit sign at the end of the hall. “Would you mind if we went somewhere to talk? There's a pretty good coffee shop at the end of the block.”
Was this about us being compatible? I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, trying to come up with some words to deny his request, but in the end I shrugged. “Lead the way.” I didn’t really feel like being alone right now, and I wanted to know the guy’s story. Looking at his handsome face for a while would be a nice distraction.
